Olympian, Joan Nesbit Mabe, waxes (and wanes) philosophical.

hang in there

“What do you think a human being is?” [Wallace] Shawn asks in The Fever. “A human being happens to be an unprotected little wriggling creature . . . without a shell or a hide or even any fur, just thrown out onto the earth like an eye that’s been pulled from its socket, like a shucked oyster that’s trying to crawl along the ground. We need to build our own shells.”

Not about this entry, but about your title bar – I suspect that’s a SLIGHT misquote from ol’ Bill (he wrote that “WE absolutely insist on enjoying life” : ) – but it surprises me anyway that you’ve got that.